OK, so first of all, I must confess that I am the worst blogger ever, since I have really been shirking my responsibilities and not writing everyday like I so really did plan to do when I first started this shindig. I do apologize, especially since I was in New York wandering the streets in search of fabulous foodie finds. (Sorry for those of you who hate that “foodie” word.) However, I do have a new update for you, though not as in-depth as I would like. Also, please excuse the photos of half-eaten food. Apparently, this worst-blogger thing extends to worst photographer, since I plow into my dishes before realizing I’m supposed to be showing folks out there what they’ll receive once they order their food. O.K., so instead, I’m showing you a new side; what they look like once half-eaten. How innovative!
So how was the trip? Amazing. Like walking onto a movie set. Though, my search for the perfect croissant in New York left me a little empty. You think, “New York, of course there is the perfect croissant somewhere. After all, it’s New York.” Well, I haven’t found it yet. Ceci-Cela’s croissant tasted stale and store-bought. Ugh! I hear their Quiche is pretty tasty though. Any suggestions? I did, however, find the perfect bowl of coffee at Le Gamin Café in the East Village. And the French waitress was so adorable. I went there twice: once for a bowl of café au lait and a Tartine, and once for Quiche. Nummers!
The Iced Chocolate at La Maison du Chocolat satisfied my sweet fix and cool-down I needed from the sweltering day.
I looooooved Paul’s Boutique. Great breakfast (baked eggs), quaint, and no tourists despite its history.
Of course, my Confit de Canard at Balthazar was divine. The ambiance was very Paris-meets-New York. Lots of people discussing. Beautiful décor. Super nice bathroom attendant.
Stumbled upon a little Indonesian place called Borobudur Café. De-lish Nazi Goreng, Gado Gado, and Lumpia. Not many people there though. Oh, and they deliver! Hmmmm….
Café La Palette in Soho is the place to go to get Brazilian/French crêpes. Beautifully prepared. Quiet. Not a place to run-don’t-walk to, but stop by when you get the chance.
When I lost my voice for a couple of days, Rocco at MarieBelle, where “Mostly Marta” was being projected on the café wall, was so kind enough to offer me a pot of “South Africa – Autumn Tapestry Rooïbus (Herbal)” tea, made from the Red Bush tree of South Africa, popular for its antioxidants. Sweet sips of cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove soothed my poor, aching throat. Thanks again, Rocco. What a sweetie.
Can’t forget about lunch with Skander at Katz’s. Those sandwiches really are pretty big, plain & simple. And oh m’god, their Latkes are scrumptious! What a treat!
Sunday afternoon brought me to the Bastille Day festival where I shared a perfectly decadent mini chocolate torte from Payard.
My trip would not have been complete without a chocolate from Fauchon, or a berry shot of vodka from the Russian Vodka Room.
I did indeed pass by the sign-stripped loneliness of the Russian Tea Room. Ahhhhhh…memories that I could have had if only I had gone there before it closed. So unfair.
New York is a crazy city. My question, “What happens when New York becomes too small?” I saw a guy in the East Village after I’d already seen him at PS1 a week before. Can New York really become too small? Well, I guess I’ll find out soon enough. I’m supposed to be moving there next month. Any suggestions? Thus my search for the perfect croissant continues…. Until we meet again….
Le Gamin Café
536 East 5th St. (between Aves. A & B)
La Maison du Chocolat
30 Rockefeller Plaza (49th Street)
99 Rivington St. (at Ludlow)
80 Spring Street (between Crosby St. & Broadway)
128 E. 4th Street (between 1st and 2nd Ave.)
Café La Palette
50 MacDougal Street (Prince St.)
484 Broome Street (near W. Broadway)
205 East Houston Street (corner of Ludlow St.)
1032 Lexington Avenue (between 73rd & 74th St.)
1000 Madison (at 77th St.)
Russian Vodka Room
265 W 52nd (between Broadway and Eighth Ave.)